Amber Sword

He silently watched Antitina’s ’sleeping face’, called up the Travel Mage System, and prayed in his heart that Lord Martha had left him a thread of hope. But when he gently turned over Antitina’s corpse, he was stunned.

The staff lady’s blood-stained gown was full of shocking tears, as if narrating how ferocious Messika’s claw was. But that was it; Brand quickly discovered that he couldn’t find any wounds. Except for three long slits on her clothes proving that the King of Hell’s claws had passed through there, the skin beneath was white as jade, without a trace of wounds or scars.

Brand blinked, almost believing he was hallucinating. He subconsciously slapped his own face, then tentatively checked Antitina’s temperature, feeling for any wounds under her clothing. He was startled to find that Antitina’s body was still warm.

He was suddenly frozen in place.

At that moment, the noble lady let out a low, faint moan, furrowed her brows, her long lashes trembled slightly, and then she opened her eyes. Her dark pupils stared at Brand in surprise, as well as at his actions.

As for Brand’s actions—

Brand was half-kneeling beside his staff lady, one hand passing through Antitina’s torn clothing, his palm placed on her warm, jade-like chest.

The two of them stared at each other.

Antitina’s face turned a shade of red that defied description, and she replied in a barely audible voice, "Lord, Lord... please... maintain your dignity... how can you do this in such a place..."

But Brand seemed not to hear, staring at Antitina in awe, "Antitina, you weren’t hurt?"

"Ah!"

Only then did Antitina react, suddenly recalling everything that had happened before. She instantly forgot Brand’s actions, a look of disbelief appearing on her face.

"Ah... I, I’m not dead?" The always astute staff lady found herself momentarily short-circuited by such a bizarre situation, "But how could it be...?"

"Lord, am I dreaming? Is this the Land of the Dead, or Martha’s Eden?"

"No, neither, Antitina, you’re not hurt... no, I don’t know what’s going on either." Brand felt his mind scrambled with chaotic thoughts that were all quite unreliable. He was sure he hadn’t seen wrong or hallucinated before; Antitina had definitely been killed by Messika. The slits and bloodstains on her dress could prove it.

But what was going on?

While he was still puzzled, he suddenly saw Antitina lying on the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the rain as they rolled down her pale face.

"Antitina?" Brand felt a heavy blow to his heart, immediately understanding the meaning in the girl’s eyes.

Those weren’t tears of shock, excitement, or sadness, but of uncontrollable joy. Because she could be with him again, not lonely in the land of the dead.

At that moment, Brand felt a soft spot in his heart being touched.

Before he knew it, the staff lady had already tightly embraced him.

Tears rolled from her eyes like beads from a broken string. She said nothing, yet it spoke louder than any words. At that moment, Brand suddenly understood her choice.

Brand silently felt the warmth transmitted from the noble daughter’s body. If possible, he wanted to give her some time. However, now was ultimately not a time for tenderness. He paused for a moment before firmly pushing Antitina off him by her shoulders.

𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Antitina, now’s not the time for this; we need your help."

Antitina gently nodded, having calmed down. The shock of regaining life had caused her a brief loss of composure. Nonetheless, she was still the staff lady. She wiped the corners of her eyes with her hand: "I understand, the teleportation gate. There’s another teleportation gate, Lord, could you help me up?"

Brand hurriedly helped her to her feet, and the two quickly ran toward the teleportation gate. At the same moment, Nicholas had just blocked King of Chaos, Meisika, and Eagle Knight, De Jia’er.

The teleportation gate was still a hundred meters away.

Just then—

A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, turning everyone’s faces. The crisscrossed lightning seemed to span the entire battlefield sky, and the next moment, it suddenly landed in front of Brand and Antitina, blocking them from the teleportation gate.

As the lightning dispersed, in the lingering white smoke, behind it appeared a massive figure. It stood in the rain, its towering body exceeding a hundred meters. It still had dirt on it, but the rain had washed away the filth, revealing skin the color of bronze beneath.

It looked like a bronze creation, yet was actually a product of granite reinforced with magic.

In this world, apart from Bujia’s wizards, no one knew this giant better than Brand. It was a Titan, the supreme creation of craftsman wizards.

Its body was constructed of stone, but after magical endowment, it was harder than the most durable refined gold. The ancient alchemy was lost after the war, and each existing Titan Statue was a legacy from that era.

But among the legends of these legacies, the most frequent descriptions were about their terrifying strength.

When Bujia’s wizards besieged Arles, which held a Stone Tablet, they only needed one Titan Statue to level the third largest city underground of Qiao Gen Digan. It’s said that after that battle, Arles turned to ashes, personally witnessed by players.

Brand instinctively stopped in his tracks.

The Titan stood before them like a mountain, barring his way to the teleportation gate. Even if merely steps away, it seemed a distant shore.

Brand couldn’t help grasping his sword, the staff lady beside him cautiously peered at him. But was there any room for retreat now?

Clearly not.

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